Worn and abused

His voice was a raw, unanswerable command. The man's grip on my red hair tightened, forcing a stifled moan from me as my mouth opened under the pressure of his member. The salty taste of his skin flooded my tongue even before the head of his penis hit the back of my throat. My tears flowed freely, my breath coming in gasps with the brutal thrusts that made me gasp for air.

The man's grip on my red hair tightened, forcing a stifled moan from me as my mouth opened under the pressure of his member. The salty taste of his skin flooded my tongue even before the head of his penis hit the back of my throat. My tears flowed freely, my breath coming in gasps with the brutal thrusts that made me gasp for air.

I felt his hand dig deeper into my hair, preventing me from even flinching. My nose pressed against his damp stomach, I was suffocating, each spasm in my throat eliciting a low grunt from him.

"Deeper, female dog."

His voice vibrated against my skull as he used me with methodical ****. A trickle of saliva escaped my stretched lips, mingling with the tears that flooded my cheeks. His wife pushed my head, forcing me to go even further. I felt his penis slam against my throat while she slapped my breasts with her other hand.

I felt his pubic hair scratch my face with each thrust, my throat tightening desperately around his member. A metallic taste filled my mouth; I must have bitten my tongue. The dominatrix suddenly pinched my nipples with both hands, her nails digging into my flesh as her riding crop cracked once more against my spread thighs.

"Are you coming, you slut?" the man growled, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper until my vision blurred. I wasn't coming, but I was more aroused than ever. I was their plaything of lust, but I was reaching a point of pure sexual urges; I lived only to satisfy them.

I felt his hips stop abruptly, his cock throbbing at the back of my throat as a burning jet flooded my palate. I choked, my eyes rolling back, unable to swallow fast enough. The thick liquid dripped from my swollen lips, mingling with the saliva and blood on my chin.

I couldn't recover. His wife thrust her hand inside me this time while the other continued to slap my breasts. Her fingers slid brutally inside me, their knuckles slamming against my taut walls. A hoarse cry escaped me, immediately stifled by the man's member resuming its descent down my throat, still hard despite his recent ejaculation.

The dominatrix laughed, a low, husky sound, as her nails scratched the inside of my thighs.

"She's wet as a fountain," she said. "You'll be able to take her dry without any preparation."

She was fucking me with her hand now. I gasped as he became fully erect again. They were animals, and yet they awakened the worst in me.

I felt her fingers twist inside me with calculated brutality, each movement delivering a mixture of pain and guilty pleasure. The man, now fully erect, thrust his cock back down my throat, and I felt my windpipe constrict under the onslaught. The dominatrix, panting, pressed her mouth against my ear.

"You're going to pay for this, you little slut."